By the world’s standards, I am well aware that my thighs are too big, my chest too small; my lashes are too short, my skirts too long; my hips are too full, my lips too thin; my roots are too dark, my skin too pale . . . but I am grateful for a precious little boy who loves to stare at me with the sweetest, most adoring gazes.  I know that to him (and him alone), I am the most beautiful woman in the world.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.